#callum musings hour

[swifty-fox]

Hmm I was thinking about callum turner and I think it's interesting how people can be around him, like he's obviously 6'2 and huge he's also very blunt (not in a rude way but he says what he says) direct and charming and a lot of the men he's worked with really seem to have a particualr respect for him if that's the right word, I don't know a lot psychologically about these things but it does seem that's he has a very tangible presence and not saying leader (cause that's infantalising to other men and a strange thing to say and makes me feel like I'mwriting a/b/o) but I do feel as though people gravitate to and around him really easily or get stunned by him a bit because he's like...I don't know an archetype of 'man' like when I think 'man' he fits that description in a very specific way, like how Tom Hardy does or idirs Elba, rough edges and openness and burlishness and all and he's very unapologetically himself, am I making sense 😭😭

LMAOOO No no I get you.

He's effortlessly masculine in a way that is distinctly unthreatening which is...deeply attractive. He's got incredibly friendly and open body language in every interview, he's leaning in he's engaged he's smiling, he's friendly. He's talking to you like a friend because the whole world is his friend. That's the vibes he gives off he's just a Fun Guy To Be Around.

He's charismatic as fuck but he also doesn't let it get in the way of him being thoughtful about things. He's also not afraid to be awkward and weird and laugh at himself. He's confident without it coming off as obnoxious

But he also knows he's handsome and there's a lot of attraction to be felt about someone who Knows they look good. I dunno he just seems like a great guy to be buddies with. I wanna take him to a hockey game

[numptypylon]

👀

From the Home Free sequel that somehow went another year without just being bloody finished. It's really neither long nor hard to write. But I doubt at this point I'll start posting in 2024, I'm very busy until Christian and work during the holidays. It's laundry day in West Dunbartonshire and Rayla is ready to take their relationship 'public':

"We have 2 hours and 39 minutes before that load is done," Rayla mused, thoughtful, seeming to... decide on something. "Callum? Let’s do it. I'm ready. The pub for lunch. The nice table by the window. Eating from each other’s plates. Shared dessert.”

“Rayla.” He laughed, because… wow. They really had been dumb. Sure, they hadn’t so much gone to the pub for lunch, as he had forgotten his packed lunch and so skipped his lunch break and finished early, and gone to the pub to have lunch with Rayla because she had been working. And she had been to and fro, because she had been serving the only other full table in the mostly-empty pub, and it had been her complimentary whatever-was-overstocked pub worker dessert they’d shared but… yeah. Other than that, all those things. Eating from each other’s plates. Shared dessert. The nice table by the window. “We did all those things the last time we went to the pub for lunch.”

“NO!” Her jaw set though, determined, a challenge in her eyes when she looked up at him. “We’ll just have to up our game, then.”

“You don’t mean-“ He gasped. “Public handholding?”

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“Mood lighting?”

“I’ll ask for a fucking candle myself.

[jelzorz]

You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for you to say that (i do—and it’s been about 20 months lmao)

Continuation of ia67? Please? 🥺

166.

do you know how far I had to scroll for this @captainjamba??? Rest of the series linked here for convenience

The Katolis Symphonic Orchestra has a Christmas concert every year. Usually it's all the classic stuff: arrangements of Silent Night, and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas that are easily recognisable and never fail, and it's, y'know, fun and all but the classics are getting a bit too classic, even for Callum. Opeli is a bit like that as a conductor: straight laced and maybe a bit too serious, which is why this year's set list is such a shock when it's sent out to him that afternoon.

It's Wednesday, and Barius' cafe is packed given it's the awkward time of two PM. It's been, what, almost two years since that Valentine's Day he came here with Rayla after rehearsal, and busy rehearsal schedules aside, it's been a pretty good two years. Rayla disappears in the early mornings for rehearsals at the studio, and Callum isn't home until nine on some nights because so many of his own rehearsals are after work (the KSO is great, but it doesn't quite manage all the bills), but they've made it work, and Callum would rather work around the weird hours than not be with her at all.

This life suits them. He hopes it will for a while yet.

The bell at the cafe door rings, and Callum looks up and grins when he spots Rayla in the doorway brushing snow off her coat. He stands as she edges her way through the crowd towards him. "Hey," he greets brightly, leaning over the table for a kiss. "How was your day?"

Rayla grimaces. "Eh."

"That bad?"

She pauses. The way her brow furrows over her eyes says it all.

Callum frowns. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I—" Rayla presses her lips together and takes a breath. "If I had to move, would you move with me?"

There's a pause. A long pause. Callum studies her over the menu on the fake-marble tabletop. "Would you want me to move with you?"

"I—" Rayla sighs and fiddles with a napkin. "I couldn't ask you to," she says quietly. "Things are going so well with the KSO, and you're sharing first chair with Claudia now, and things are good here, so I wouldn't—couldn't ask you to leave all of that behind for me, but..." She blinks like she wants to cry. "The director of Spire Ballet called me today. They've got an opening for a principal, and they want—they want me to come and audition."

"What?" Callum's lips twitch upwards. "Rayla that's amazing!"

"But I'd have to leave—"

"And I'd go with you," says Callum firmly. "No question about it. No doubt in my mind. I'd go with you if you wanted it."

"But—the KSO," says Rayla. "All your friends and family, your brother, how could I ask you to—"

"You aren't asking me," says Callum. "They don't need me. They've got Claudia. And you—" He reaches for her hands across the table and presses her knuckles against his lips. "I'd be a shit violinist without my muse."

That draws a laugh out of her, and Callum grins, pleased he managed it. "Callum..."

"I'd go with you," he says again. "Always. Wherever you went—as long as you want me along."

Another pause. Rayla blinks and lets herself smile a little more genuinely. "Really?"

"Really."

Rayla swallows and grips his hand tighter. "It's just an audition for now. I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he says. "I can see how much you want this. You deserve it. And if we have to move, we will. Okay?"

"Okay." Rayla grins at him at last, the first hints of excitement lighting her eyes. Callum's heart warms at the sight of it, which only strengthens his resolve. "Sorry," she adds. "I didn't mean to ambush you like that. It's... a bit of a shake-up, y'know?"

"Oh I know," chuckles Callum. "KSO's getting one too. Look at our setlist." He slides his phone over to her to let her see, and Rayla barks out a laugh.

"Sleigh Ride?" She squawks. "The ridiculous one with the horsey-trumpet at the end? That Sleigh Ride? That's not Opeli's style, what's gotten into her?"

"I dunno," says Callum with a laugh. "Maybe it's just a good time for change."

Rayla grins and slides his phone back. "Maybe so."

[ryleecarnegie]

⸻eva birthistle, fifty, female, she/her ; ] … the photo on the missing poster is of RYLEE CARNEGIE. they are FIFTY, and have been missing for SIX MONTHS. when the sun rises, they work as A TEACHER. rumors in town say they can be ANXIOUS  and PROTECTIVE. they chose to live in TOWN, and have an uncanny resemblance to IRIS ( THE HOLIDAY ) ELIZABETH JAMES ( THE PARENT TRAP ) MOLLY WEASLEY ( HARRY POTTER ) JOANNE ( NOBODY WANTS THIS ). can they survive another night ?…⸻ silky hair slipping through fingers while being braided, the few hours early in the morning and at night of silence to herself, fairy lights draped in blanket forts, warm laughter, blades of spring grass, water splashes, paint smears,. [ ⸻ ki, 32, mst, she/her,  

&GENERAL.

FULL NAME. rylee quinn carnegie o'conner (maiden name) DATE OF BIRTH. 03/27/1974 AGE. 50 ZODIAC. aries GENDER. cis female PRONOUNS. she / her SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual lesbian OCCUPATION FORMER. art director OCCUPATION CURRENT. teacher

&BACKGROUND.

PLACE OF BIRTH. bray, ireland PLACE OF RESIDENCY. toronto, canada NATIONALITY. irish PARENTS. cillian & caitriona o'conner SIBLINGS. sadie (sister) harper (sister) murphy (sister) callum (brother) rory (brother) CHILDREN. molly (6) claire (8) lucille (12) freya (16) SPOUSE. alec carnegie - divorced.

&PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS. imaginative, optimistic, comforting, empathetic NEGATIVE TRAITS. anxious, over-thinker, catastrophizing, self-sacrificing LIKES. ivory piano keys, when her daughters go to bed without protesting, creative minds, women, generous wine pours, bravo tv DISLIKES. anxiety wearing on her body, limited minds, selfish acts, negativity, people who can't drive the speed limit, cruelty, in-laws.

tw; -

How did your muse spend their first night in Arcadia, and where?

absolutely terrified. it was overwhelming to be told of the terrors. rylee had pinched her skin until it bruised wishing she was just dreaming. they stayed in the diner, all cuddled up in a booth - no hands left unheld. rylee did her best to mask her fear for the sake of her children. eventually they fell asleep - but rylee couldn't sleep. how could she ?

Why did your muse choose to live where they do?

in town. six months in arcadia feels extremely fresh - terrifying - rylee does everything she can to make the girls feel safe, and happy. living in town, in a house felt the closest to normalcy she could give them. she's used her daughters paints, and mixtures of berries to paint flowers and designs anywhere to spruce it up. to make it feel anything like the hell it is.

What was your muse doing when they came across the tree?

claire wanted to listen to chappell roan. a recent obsession with having her mother, and sisters do the hot-to-go dance. typically during dinner. rylee never heard the end of it - and everything needed to be glittery. how terribly difficult it was to get rid of the glitter... it was an unpopular opinion in the car as lucille wanted to listen to phoebe bridgers. something about floating around and ghosting friends. rylee thought perhaps an i love sad girl rock t-shirt would be good for christmas. there was another tug of direction in the car over which music to play by rylee's youngest daughter, molly. she said beyonce or she wasn't going to finish her dinner that night. it was a moment rylee missed her oldest daughter being in the car - she wouldn't have argued - freya's headphones would be on - blocking the madness out. it had only been fifteen minutes since rylee had picked up the girls from dance class on the way to drop them off at their fathers house where the girls eldest sister was already awaiting... or not.. teenagers were full of dissociation and angst towards their family. rylee was still trying to not overthink the previous nights argument she had with freya.. and when the music disagreement in the car had become overwhelming, rylee slammed on the breaks seeing a tree lay across the roadway... soon to wish she had resolve with her oldest daughter.

Has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape?

returning to her oldest daughter, freya. to return home simply for her daughters to live their lives. to grow and blossom. she'd never wish for a life in arcadia for them, but she does her best to keep their happiness vibrant. her best to keep their childhood fulfilled.

&BIO.

&one. 

rylee was just eight years old when her family left the emerald shores of ireland and settled in canada. the move, prompted by her father’s new job, was no small feat. uprooting a large family could have been chaotic, yet her mother, ever poised, orchestrated the transition with a quiet resilience that seemed to steady everyone. in a household teeming with siblings, the chaos of change felt less isolating. they were each other's constants - a makeshift safety net as they navigated their new world.

rylee’s childhood was a mosaic of sensory wonders. bare feet sinking into lush grass, afternoons spent splashing in crystalline creeks, the briny perfume of the coastline, and evenings at the piano, her mother guiding her small hands across the keys. these moments were stitched together like a comforting quilt, rich with texture and warmth. as the teenage years crept in, rylee’s world began to shift, yet much of her essence remained untouched. her love for art, nurtured in a household where creativity was as vital as breath, grew into something vibrant and consuming. raised with a philosophy that shunned self-imposed boundaries, she was encouraged to explore without fear.

anxiety seemed to lace itself through her being, an unwelcome guest that made her flinch at the creak of a door or the sudden flash of their cat darting through a room. her sensitivity, ever heightened, left her naturally on edge - but she persisted, threading her way through the chaos with determination. her journey was rarely smooth - more a tempest than a calm sea - but it was hers.

&two.

rylee had always been a good student, gathering accolades without letting them swell her ego. she was grounded, her humility a quiet strength. empathy came naturally to her, often to the point of self-neglect, as she instinctively placed others’ needs before her own. friends flocked to her effortlessly - her warmth and approachability were magnetic - but amidst the crowd, there was one irreplaceable bond... ophelia. from the moment they crossed paths in high school, their connection was unshakable. though their personalities sometimes seemed like opposing forces, they complemented each other, inseparable in their differences and shared joys.

rylee’s early career was fueled by boundless creativity. working for magazines that celebrated her artistic vision felt electric, a dream in motion. it was during this chapter, in the glow of her success, that she met alec. their meeting at a mutual friend’s art exhibit was unplanned yet serendipitous - a setting of polished pretension, too-sweet wine, and whispered judgmental-jokes during people watching exchanged over shared laughter. one year later, they stood side by side, promising forever.

their marriage began like a storybook, filled with mutual admiration and an unwavering support for one another. they lifted each other in celebration and stood united in their love. life, in all its relentlessness, shifted their focus. the arrival of four children transformed their union into something both beautiful and exhausting. the days blurred into dance recitals, soccer practices, endless shopping trips for rapidly growing kids, bedtime stories, packed lunches, and playdates. their lives became less about each other and more about their children, their shared bond diluted by the chaos of parenthood.

the cracks in their foundation began to show. little things they once overlooked became fuel for arguments. they bickered over trivialities, their frustration spilling over in front of their daughters. lies crept into their conversations, and the warmth of their early love faded into something cold and distant. divorce loomed over them, a resolution that should have come sooner but lingered in limbo. alec’s refusal to sign the papers stretched the tension taut - until rylee confessed not only that she had fallen out of love with him but also that her heart belonged to women.

alec, finally understanding, signed the papers, and rylee leaned into the pillars of her support: her work, her daughters, ...ophelia, and quiet nights of bravo marathons accompanied by a glass(es) of wine. time, that patient healer, softened the jagged edges of their separation. in their distance, rylee and alec found a warmth that had been missing in their marriage. for the first time in years, rylee felt she could breathe. life with four daughters remained beautifully demanding, but she had found a rhythm, a balance that brought her peace - until arcadia came.

&three.

the past few months had been a relentless spiral, each day a new battle in the fight to keep her footing in arcadia. rylee struggled to make sense of the town’s cruel grip while forcing her own tangled emotions into submission for the sake of her daughters. they needed her to be strong, a shield against the fear that threatened to seep further into their lives. she tried to bring light into the suffocating darkness, decorating their small townhouse with bright colors and filling it with creative touches using the meager resources they had. despite her efforts, the windows remained nailed shut, an unyielding reminder of their imprisonment - and what she refused to let in and take more from her.

their nights were spent together, huddled in a makeshift blanket fort stretched across two beds pushed together. it became their haven - an island of warmth and safety in a place that offered neither. they clung to one another, drawing strength from their closeness when the town’s oppressive stillness made them feel utterly alone. rylee’s heart ached for her daughters, their once-stable lives upended. routine had been stripped from them, replaced by uncertainty and fear.

the day freya returned to her felt like a cruel twist of fate. her eldest daughter’s arrival should have been a moment of joy, but it came on her sixteenth birthday, a bittersweet milestone. rylee had prayed for their reunion, begged silently to whatever force might hear her pleas, but not like this - not within the suffocating confines of arcadia. it was as if the town had plucked her most desperate wish from her heart, twisting it into something jagged and merciless. rylee often tried to push that day from her mind, but the memory clung to her. freya arrived with alec and ophelia in tow - a sight so surreal that, at first, rylee believed it to be a cruel mirage. overwhelmed, she collapsed to her knees, her sobs muffled against ophelia’s chest as her best friend wrapped her arms around her, a steadfast source of comfort. her daughters ran to join them, and together they clung to one another in a tangle of tears and relief. alec stood apart, silent and unmoving, watching from the edge of their reunion, a figure disconnected from their embrace.

alec was taken not long after, claimed swiftly by the lurking horrors that prowled the night. his death hit like a sharp blow - not just the loss of a man who had once been her partner but the devastating reality that her daughters would now grow up without their father. the ache was profound, a deep well of grief tangled with guilt and the haunting knowledge of what had taken him. six months in Arcadia felt like an eternity, each day stretching unbearably long. in the midst of the anguish, rylee clung to the threads that held her together: her daughters and ophelia. they were her pillars, her sanctuary in a world that seemed determined to shatter them. with them, she found strength enough to endure the endless fight, even as the weight of survival pressed down on her shoulders. they were her reason to survive.

[squish36-writes-and-draws]

12 November: Unraveling

Word count: 579

TW: Swearing, (hyperbolic) self-harm and/or gore, Keefe being allosexual

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Keefe Sencen's Journal

    I had a surprisingly not shit day. I mean, I did get threatened by a guy with a pair of very dangerous looking garden shears, but, honestly, that’s nothing compared to the last few days. I’m trying to not think about those last few days and it really isn’t working, so I’ve taken to hyperfocusing on the previously mentioned garden shears incident. 

    Apparently I scared him by hiding in the bushes trying not to get found because it’s hard to hide when you didn’t bring an obscurer and, as discussed many times before, I don’t have any fucking money. 

    So, you know, like any rational person, he started yelling at me and I thought for a second that my polyglot thing was broken but it just turns out that it’s a processing speed limitation as a result of barely sleeping for the past week and a half. 

    As I was blinking away the exhaustion, I found myself looking at his eyebrows, the angry crease accentuated as they move up and down while ye yells at me and —

    Fuck. 

    It’s kind of a great wonder of the world that I hadn't figured this out yet. I am a buffoon of the highest order. No one has ever or will ever buffoon more than I have. It’s almost like a world record, except bad. 

    Get me a shamkniv. I need to remove my eyeballs. I’m not doing this again.     

    If you haven’t guessed, dear journal, I may have gotten deeply distracted by another person’s existence once again, and, as such, I cannot fucking deal with this anymore. All logical options point to me just fucking off to another city, but I’m just going to do it again, aren’t I? 

    This is the neverending cycle that I’m going to throw myself into. Not even a full forty-eight hours in a new city and I’m already doodling in the margins about a guy who, statistically, I’m never going to see again. And even if I do, that’s not happening. I’m not dragging anyone else into this mess. 

    Who am I fucking kidding? Either I’m going to leave or I’m going to fuck up. Those are the two options. There is no secret third choice where no one gets hurt. 

Later: I should probably also muse poetic about the fact that he’s, you know, a guy and how the elves try to pretend like that whole thing doesn’t exist, but we all know what’s going on behind closed doors with the councillors. Also Alden and Quinlin. They think they’re so clever, but, dear stars, they are so completely and absolutely wrong. I don’t think Fitz knows though. That’s going to be a bit of a revelation if he ever finds that one out. 

    While we’re talking about Fitz, of course I have to reflect on how our friendship has existed over the last insert-number-of-years-here. And, uh, well, shit. Fitz is hot. How dare he? If I ever go back to the Lost Cities and then get rejected by Sophie, I’ll gladly get rejected to the oort cloud by Fitz. 

    He’d totally fucking murder me while directly quoting the laws governing the Matchmakers. Although, that does sound kinda hot too.

    Who said that—? 

    Maybe I need to turn off my brain for a bit. That sounds nice. Just give it a nice little bath in cerebrospinal fluid. I’m going to try to get some sleep. It’s not going to work, but it’s worth trying, right? 

[deathvisited]

[ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed - kass

sebastian had been doing his best, he'd tried again and again to stop her from indulging in her addiction but there was only so much he could do. he couldn't lock her away forever and with callum being unable to say no to her..... they were here again. he sat beside the beside, hands clasped in front of him. he knew she was mad at him, probably hated him, but he'd sent both alec and callum home. they weren't good for her right now, neither of them able to hold their ground quite as well as he could, and hell he even failed. this time had been particularly bad and now.... he bent his head and prayed.

he couldn't lose her, he couldn't deal with the idea of her never waking up again. it was obvious she wasn't able to care about herself enough not to destroy herself and she was so angry with him for being gone. he could completely understand that, to a point, but there was some kind of issue with her not understanding that just because he wasn't here didn't mean he didn't care. he did, far too much, and if he was around he'd thought that it was worse off for her. his life was dangerous and the people he dealt with could hurt her. staying away was better for her, or so he'd thought. he hadn't given her the choice to make the decision for herself and that was wrong, he supposed.

he didn't believe in god but he'd start as long as she got better. they'd said she could have lasting damage from the seizure this time but he had to believe that she'd be fine, that she'd see the seriousness of it this time. he had to.

he had never felt so fucking lost, and when she stirred hours later his eyes were bloodshot from unshed tears, he'd talked to his mom and ted and they were coming because clearly everything he'd been saying hadn't been working and he needed back up. ted was furious at him for letting this happen --- as if kassy wasn't her own person and he could control her completely --- and his mother was beyond worried. "hey," he whispered, his voice quiet as her eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a breath. confusion coated her expression and as he held his breath he hoped for her to yell at him. "where am i?" the words were softly spoken and her voice hoarse with disuse. he rose to grab her some water coming back with it and a straw before answering. "the hospital," he didn't judge her for her addiction, he was just trying to understand why.

he knew kassy had her own things going on, that she'd indicated she didn't feel happy throughout the years, but he'd never realized she was medicating with pills and blow and now...... he hoped it wasn't too late. "i found you in the bathroom," he murmured. just like he had last time, she'd been sick on herself while she was OD'ing and he'd never been so scared in his life. his kassy was neat and tidy and always well put together but when she got like that..... it was terrifying. "how are you feeling?" was she going to kick him out or let him stay? he hadn't been here when she needed him but he hoped he'd proven he wasn't going anywhere.

@thewholecrew

[invcntions]

— INVCNTIONS. indie, semi - selective ( and all over the place activity ) multi - muse rp blog. penned by casey, 27, she / her, gmt.

guidelines. wanted plots. muses. wanted opposites. starters.

psa: i've been on tumblr on and off for forever, 10+ years, and i truly mean it when i say things are chilled. drop threads, have hundreds of threads, yell with me till the early hours, send 500 memes. it's literally all good and encouraged.

up to date MUSES under the cut

THE CITY DWELLERS: finley 'finn' spencer-hastings - medical student, homosexual - fc: nick robinson andrew ‘ryder’ ellion - customer relations executive in his family business, pansexual - fc: thomas doherty  jaiden walker - artist (trust fund baby), pansexual - fc: archie renaux  banks donovan - heir to a luxury jewelry empire, homosexual - fc: mike faist lucas bradshaw - criminal defense lawyer, bisexual - fc: lucien laviscount charlie arlington - detective, homosexual - fc: matt bomber THE FIGHTERS: vance do luca - family leads a branch of an organized crime syndicate, pansexual - fc: adman dimarco radi fischer - gang member/underground boxer, bisexual - fc: emilio sakraya nathaniel 'nate' carrington - motel receptionist, pansexual - fc: aron piper THE SUPERNATURALS: caleb callaway - private investigator, vampire (verse dependent), homosexual - fc: adam brody ada harris - graphic designer, vampire (verse dependent), homosexual - fc: ashley moore juke prescott  -  bartender, vampire (verse dependent), bisexual- fc: drew starkey cooper prescott - freelance journalist/vampire hunter (verse dependent), bisexual - fc: callum turner THE RUNAWAYS: ashton prescott - app developer/programmer, addict, pansexual, fc: jack lowden sasha jane jones - barista and college student, fashion major, homosexual (closeted) - fc: chase sui wonders archibald 'archie' hart - environmental activist and barista, pansexual - fc: rudy pankow lincoln chandler - card-counter, gambler and occasional con-man, bisexual - fc: chase stokes koa connors - bartender, pansexual - fc: thomas weatherall ethan teller-watson - music student/pianist, pansexual - fc: alessandro bedetti / tom holland (previous)

SECONDARY / TEST MUSES

leo price - f1 driver, pansexual - fc: josh o'connor orlando montgomery - gang leader, bisexual - fc: glen powell oscar nilsson - pansexual - fc: adrian öjvindsson

[loveofcharacters]

open starter: anyone (female if romantic) pick a muse: Beau, Callum, Conrad, Oliver, Samuel, Travis, Wesley plot: - Your Muse is new in their career, and is spending every hour outside of work studying/researching/memorizing. My muse was called by your muse's supervisor/boss/friend because you're clearly exhausted and when they sent you home the first two times, they later found you with your head in a book instead of going home.

"Thank you," he sighed as he went in the direction of where they were last found. He sore their dedication was going make them damn good at their job, though he could see that they might very well go insane before they even get any recognition. "Hey," he spoke, realizing his presence is very much out of pocket. "I got a call to come get you, since you're supposed to be at home resting. That's usually what they expect when they send you home."

[beaconcovehq]

UNFOLLOW (14+ DAYS OF INACTIVITY):

Andrei Iosivas ( @iosivax )

Annabelle Wallis ( @bellewllis )

Caitríona Balfe ( @caitrionasmary )

Barry Keoghan ( @keoghanhqs )

Zendaya Coleman ( @hqzendaya )

WARNING (7+ DAYS OF INACTIVITY. DO NOT UNFOLLOW):

Jason Momoa ( @hqjason )

Callum Turner ( @calumturnerhq )

Kat Dennings ( @katdefined )

BUBBLE RP WARNING:

None

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[rosetonfm]

welcome    to    roseton    ,    tina    !    you    have    24    hours    to    make    your    arrival    or    you    will    be    escorted    out    of    town    .    zaria simone & callum turner     are    now     taken    faceclaims    .    can't    wait    to    get    to    know    you    and    your    muse    !

(zaria simone,  ciswoman,  she/her)  ⎯ brianne ventress has  been  a  resident  of  roseton  for ten years .  around  the  town ,  the  twenty-eight  year  old  ballerina/nail-tech at darling's salon  has  been  given  the  nickname,  the prima donna .  i  think  it's  because  they  are charismatic ,  but  also  inconsistent .  echo  is  said  to  know  when brianne and her family were fleeing from their old life on the route to roseton, they crossed path the original ventress family who were just about to move into roseton within an encounter leaving only one remaining family to stand with the backup of forged documents, forged documents, roseton’s unfamiliarity with the original ventress family! [ sleep over gossips, ballet shoes, vintage collection between heels and 2000s dresses ] 

(callum turner, cisman, he/him) ⎯ leopold "leo" pembroke has been a resident of roseton for the entirety of his living years. around the town , the thirty-four year old head of pembroke security firm has been given the nickname, the wiseacre . i think it's because they are eloquent , but also condescending . echo is said to know that unbeknownst to leo himself, he blossomed a summer romance with a tourist and the girl got pregnant but his mom paid her off to not keep the baby ! [ glasses, dark academia, loser bf ] + [tina, est , 23 , she/her ] + kaia sinclair best friend/crush wanted connection!

[withinkandquill-aa]

wake up! meme (for any muse you want)

Callum’s fingers curl tightly around the steering wheels, eyes narrowing as he strains to see the lines of the road through the torrential downpour and the dark cloak of the night. The radio plays low in the background, so low he cannot make out what song it is, but even so, it bothers him. And yet he doesn’t dare take a hand off the wheel to silence it.

“Lex,” he says, voice a strained murmur, “Can you turn the radio off, please?”

From the corner of his eye, he sees a blurred version of her profile. She watches the storm from the passenger window but she turns towards him when he speaks. Her hand rests on her belly as it has the last seven months, protective of the baby girl growing inside her.

“Yeah,” she murmurs just as softly. “Should we pull over? Wait it out?”

“No. Not on these curves. It’s probably safer to keep going.”

He can tell she’s nervous by the way she traces circles into the fabric of her dress, but she nods. She trusts him fully. Maybe that’s her mistake.

Lights shine in the distance, moving too fast. His finger’s grip the wheel tighter, his chest squeezes, but there’s no where to go, and then-

———

Callum wakes with a start to Lexi’s…no…Isabelle’s voice. Her gentle touch on his arm. He sits up too fast, too disoriented to notice if he startles her. He only notices one thing. Absence. A weight missing from his chest.

Emma.

He had been holding her, trying to get her to sleep. She cried so much lately. Colic, they said. It would pass, they said. She finally fell asleep after two hours of screaming, and so did he, too scared to move her, but now…

His heart hammers in his chest, his head whipping around to look on the floor, between the cushions. A small squeak of a whine sounds and he follows it to her swing. She’s still asleep, stirring just a little and settling back down. His lungs heave and release a heavy sigh. His eyes meet Isabelle’s, the panic in them fading.

“What…” Callum inhales deeply in the pause, starts again. “What time is it?”

[swifty-fox]

No disrespect to Austin because 6ft is a good height, but sometimes (and I think it's cause callums also broad as well as being 6'2) their height difference looks hilarious, like that one with them on set you just reblogged or there's that other one where Austin looks freezing and callum looks like a giant and Austin looks 5 '4 😭😭😭

LITERALLY LOL like hes got no business looking that small when he's Not. Callum is a fucking menace, I think about the drew barrymore interview on the daily.

honorable mention to them on This Morning

He's Just a Big Man

[notoriouseliterp]

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒:

The following muses haven't shown followed activity guidelines for a period of 7 days (can be reclaimed within 24 hours):

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The following muses have either been inactive for 8+ days or have not been active within 48 hours since joining (must reapply):

Andrew Garfield *players request

Emma D'arcy *players request

Milly Alcock *players request

Sabrina Carpenter *players request

Ryan Reynolds*players request

Natalie Portman *never posted

Lily-Rose Depp

Callum Turner

Florence Pugh

Tom Holland *not following semi-hiatus guidelines

SZA

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:

The following muses have shown inactivity for 4+ days, inconsistency, or have not replied to at least 2 starters without prior notice to the main.

Kelsea Ballerini *inconsistent

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Lauren Jauregui

Odessa A'zion *bubble rping

Tom Glynn-Carney

[guildfm]

      the   following   has   been   reserved   for   the   next   twenty   four   hours.   if   you   need   an   extension,   please   do   not   hesitate   to   contact   the   main!

muse g.

the   following   reserves   have   now   expired:

callum   turner.

muse   n.

[corneliastreethq]



.*･｡ﾟ ━ accepted ! welcome to cornelia street , callum reilly . please sign and return your lease within 24 hours. oliver jackson-cohen and muse b in call it what you want are now taken !

.*･｡ﾟ ━ ( oliver jackson-cohen / cismale / he/him ) i think i just saw CALLUM REILLY on the subway.  the 33 year old ATTORNEY has been living on cornelia street for TWO YEARS. callum’s friends know pronoun to be warm , charismatic , & insightful, but he has a reputation on cornelia street for being guarded , stubborn & brooding . when i see callum, i can’t help but think of post-it notes littered across a desk , dreams in a draw shut by the weight of expectation, half-filled moleskins & red wine by firelight !  in  fact , i sometimes i think i hear CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT when he walks by! ( kay / 26 / she/her / est ) 

[scinglives]

Anika gave a little noise as he pulled her into his lap, then she got herself situated more comfortably and looped her arms around him. She played with the soft fabric of his shirt as she looked up at him. “It would have been amazing, yeah.” she admitted. “But I’m thinking, what if we do it for Christmas? Make a big vacation out of it? They have the holiday themes at the parks, too.” She stifled a little yawn, feeling the sleepiness begin to creep in, but ignored it. She’d never been to Disneyland either, and the more she thought about it the more she wanted to go as well. Hell, she’d buy them all tickets and leave tomorrow if she could. “I don’t care if the beach is an hour away, that can make for a fun little road trip… What do you think?” She looked up at him, an excited, albeit tired expression on her face.

"Christmas could be nice...." He mused for a moment, his arms wrapped around Anika as he looked in to her eyes. "We could go just before the holidays? See it all decorated, and come home for Christmas?" He suggested, Callum still wanted Christmas at home, that's all he wanted. He could remember being a kid and getting excited about running downstairs to the presents, he could only remember a couple of them before his parents died.

"I like it. A bit of winter sun would be nice for all of us. When we want a bit of a break from Disney we can take a little road trip to the beach for a few days." He smiled and pressed soft kisses against her lips. "It sounds perfect, reckon we should leave at a surprise for her?"